Ahaha, I've always wanted to do something like this, and right now is an ideal time.

Anyways, I don't really have much to explain about this new story, the title pretty much explains all…So, I'll just go right away to the disclaimer.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the SSB franchise, the Sonic the Hedgehog franchise or any of the various characters that appear in this story.

Enjoy.

October 10th, 2007.

Dear Journal,

So, hi! Tails and the others wanted me to start writing in you once I got into the tourney, which I don't really get. I mean, I'm sure that I won't remember every single thing that happens for the next following months, but do they really just want to hear about boring stuff? I don't know. Maybe everything's just too boring when I'm gone.

To be frank, I sort of forgot about the tourney. I got my invite a couple months ago, and I guess that's when I was expected to show up. The whole 'Arabian Nights' thing sort of screwed up that expectation. Considering the stuff that took place there, I'm not too surprised myself that I forgot. I literally was just running around home today when I thought "Wait, am I forgetting something? Ohhh, right, that Brawl tournament thing. Guess I'm kinda late for that. Better get moving." and then got here in maybe twenty minutes. (Only because I got lost!)

Understandably, the guy in charge (Who is, I'm not kidding, a giant floating disembodied hand) was pretty pissed at me, since he had to wait for me to actually show up before he started. None of my fellow competitors talked to me for the whole day, but I'm just assuming that's because I delayed their precious tournament.

Mind if I rant for a minute? When Master Hand (The giant floating disembodied hand I mentioned earlier) invited me to this thing, he didn't mention that I'd be the odd man out. Want me to elaborate, Journal? I wouldn't blame you, since this is all pretty confusing to me too. Right now, as I'm writing in you, I am completely surrounded by (Gasp) Nintendo characters. (Well, and this guy from Konami named Snake, but he doesn't seem to like me much either. He kind of sounds like Egghead too, now that I think about it. Huh…)

In fact, if I were to look to my right at this very minute-Oh, wait, he left. Don't pay attention to that last sentence then. But, if I had looked to my right five minutes ago, I would have seen the plumber in red himself.

You probably want me to explain. Well, me and him got caught up in some sort of big war between Nintendo and Sega. Us two were the only ones who knew about it, other than Nintendo and Sega. It was basically down to me and Mario, in a huge, epic fight.

I lost. Sega stopped making consoles. It's all history from there. Me and him haven't really been on the best terms since then. I never told anyone about the Console Wars (Cool name, am I right?), but judging by the fact that everyone is avoiding me like the plague Mario probably told everyone and the crazy guy in the dumpster about how 'Evil' I am because of the fact I was defending my home. Pretty hypocritical for the guy who's supposed to be one of the nicest heroes in all the multiverses, huh?

Anyways, I think I'll end my first entry here. You happy now, Tails? –Sonic

October 12th, 2007.

Dear Journal,

Remind me to come up with a name for you. Gotta find a name that makes sense, and obviously not someone who'll be reading this later.

There isn't really much to report. Everyone's still ignoring me. Though I did treat myself to a tour around the mansion I'll be staying in for the next few months. I'm not gonna lie; this place is full of awesome stuff! Tails would be in paradise if he saw the Maintenance Room, not to mention Knucklehead would be having the time of his life in the Training Hall. Best of all: There's a race track.

Oh, what's that? I'm just in paradise right now, I couldn't hear what you were saying. Seriously, once I forget about having a total of zero friends here right now, this place could be my new home. I just hope it'll stay this way.

Well, I guess that's all for now. Bye! –Sonic

October 15th, 2007.

Dear Journal,

I finally thought of a name for you! What do you think of the name Blaze? I mean, we live in separate worlds, so it isn't like she's going to read this any time soon. Plus, she's really pret-

Ignore that last sentence. I never wrote it. Remind to cross that sentence out repeatedly later before Amy sees.

I pretty much only wrote in you to let you know about that, Blaze. Nothing's changed. I still don't have anyone talking to me. Are things ever going to change? Hopefully things will go by that old saying, 'The first days are the hardest'.

Question is, is this really the worst that's going to happen when there's a huge mansion filled with powerful people? –Sonic

That'll be it for now, folks. Bye!